another kind of melody

I spend the night with the silence, cool

my fevered thoughts about my life.

Smoothing the pain, recalling joy

I listen to the inward hesitation

of its bell, 

an oscillating sound, a swell 

out of the depth

behind the screen of sky,

in a recurrent tone -

Yes, there is music to us unbeknown, 

the hip hop of the sun, blues of the moon,

the endless compositions of the stars,

though I miss out their meaning for myself

as I am tone-deaf and my ears unable

to apprehend

essential things that have gone by,

words unsaid, the could-have-been lullabies,

tears of regret, the would-have-been requiems.

Stay with me, listen into the silence, friend,

another kind of melody 

that carries oblivion

in this unending symphony.